The second time he woke up he was in a completely different place.

First off he was laying down. Second thing he noticed was that he was sore but could still move.

He slowly slipped of the cot and almost fell on the floor but managed to regain his balance. He decided to take this time to look and see if there was an escape route.

That's when he realized he wasn't alone in the room. In the far corner a teenage girl was fast asleep on the couch in the room.

She had waist long hair that was a dark abyss black that had dark red highlights scattered in different places. He noticed that her bangs were dyed a white color as if she wanted to be different from other people.

She had black eyeshadow with winged eyeliner that seemed to blend well with her pale skin. She had dark red lipstick that looked like blood.

There was a pair of headphones laxily slung around her neck with loud music blaring.

She had this aura about that made him want to know more about. It was almost as if he was drawn to her.

He then noticed he had taken a few steps forward as if to be near her. He quickly shook his head to clear his thoughts. He was an Espada.

Or at least…..he use to be an Espada. He had to keep remembering that he was somewhere else and completely human now.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the girl was awake until he glanced over at her.

Her eyes were the most deepest blue he'd ever seen. They were probably more or less on the blue-green side but they held a more bluer color.

She stared back at him for a full minute before Ulquiorra found his voice again.

"Do I know you?'

She paused before she spoke.

"No. But I am the one who found you bleeding to death near an alley."

She rolled her eyes an spoke.

"What? Are you like in a gang or something?"

Ulquiorra shook his head.

"What's your name?"

"Celia. Celia Puprey."